Menacing wind and walking mechanically,
the swan laid lame on the icy walk
passersby informed the ranger of a wounded beauty
reflecting snow and the sun reinvent the bulb
the crane scours the shoreline!
it appears it's slim pickins today
like a prowler invading the park, I walk...
its beauty is silent and its presence is stark,
when the sun gets tucked in, the stars wake up
sleeping shifts are what the interplay relies upon
there'd be too much stimulation if all were up together!
waterfowl occupy the pond, minus the wounded one,
filled subways and crowded platforms
on days when no one's around?
poised, fluid, and damned!
the weather and humanity's hibernation
you'd rather have this alone!
a trapeze or a trampoline
the milkyway is the torch for the stage
for a scene we cannot quite gauge!
classical, renaissance, new age, and medieval!
our waters are frozen,
jousting through the open range,
the acrobat moves about the blue flame
the girney, the patient, and the lobotomy,
whose sanity is on the line!
scenes that shook the psyche of the universe
flying through this ether we discover more
shaking uncontrollably out of one's body
ascending, descending, ascending, ascending, ascending and now floating
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